13 April 2012
A Parisian girl with a Yankee drawl Cornered me in a bathroom stall She whispered, "You lonely?" I said, "No, I'm just scared Of the dark and what drove me To be standing here So far from the arms That held me so tight." She said, "Well, that happens When you start working nights You get bored and lonely Of small hours, your own Poor small talk company Come take me home."
A Japanese girl with a shotgun stare Stood on the bar and showed me her wares She smiled, "Am I pretty?" I said, "No, your just weird But that's ok really 'cos I am too, Dear." She danced to electro with no beat at all Dancing her dance By numbers she called out Of my home
A Midlands girl with Romany hair Pushed a pin through me like an insect ensnared For lovers to look at in petrified state Stuck up on view in a museum case She cried, "When you're old And grey, full of sleep Remember how we used to read In silence, together Apart and at ease You'll never find anyone To replace me."
Lights out Dear It's flammable here You might start a fire I fear For my Poor Whiskey Heart
J x
Lights Out • Opuss № I